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SNOWING IN BALI

second run, meeting the horse in Cuzco, Peru, to give him the bag. Borrador was part of the business, but a soldier not a boss. He’d started getting constantly high, sweating profusely from overuse. Now he’d brought in some coke he bought for $1000 at home, packed and trafficked it himself, and was undercutting everyone.

The Peruvians were putting down the price; that was big fight sometimes with them. We say, ‘What the fuck, you fuck the business.’ We were selling a kilo here for $50,000, $48,000 and in the end they sell for less than $20,000.

Good quality?

The best. And they start to fuck us, and then we catch one, one time, and tell him get out of the island, motherfuckers.

— Rafael

Rafael went out hunting for Borrador the night he discovered his crime. Nanang had been asking Rafael to alert him as soon as he got more coke, but when Rafael offered it to him for the low price of $25,000, as supply was strong, Nanang declined. The boss was now stocked up because Borrador had just sold a few kilos to him for $18,000 each.

Rafael was apoplectic. It was vital for the Bali cartels to keep the prices above at least $25,000 a kilo. Random tourists who lobbed with stuff often naively sold for crazy low prices to the cartels or professional agents like Alberto, but they didn’t know the big Indonesian buyers, so it was usually only each other they had to watch.

That night Rafael and his friend and self-appointed bodyguard Jando, a purple belt in Jiu-Jitsu, jumped in the car and

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